Rubber, Meet Road.

My mother calls me today at work and tells me to sit down. Uh oh. My brother's brain tumor has grown back. After so long where we thought it was defeated... it's back. He's struggled with this thing for 16 years. The treatments have ravaged his body. He has to think to walk, and even then he doesn't have the fine motor control over the right side of his body. And that's him now when he's *healthy*. I want to cry. I'm not spazzing, but it's so disappointing. I come near tears when I think of it - he has a little baby, only about a year and a half old. That child is a miracle above miracles, especially since the doctors never thought he'd be able to have children after all the chemotherapy and radiation. Yet here is that beautiful, sweet child... So here is where the rubber meets the road in my faith. And I firmly trust God to do what he will - I just ask that it be to heal my brother's body and to maintain his spirit.